Every minute of every day we choose. Who we are. Who we forgive. Who we defend and protect. To choose a side or to walk the line. To play the middle. To straddle the fence between what is and what should be. This was the course I chose. Trying to find the delicate balance of interests that can never exist. Choosing by not choosing. Defending a center which cannot hold. So death chose for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11883 | 2024-07-15 19:06:29 | 97.16 | 98.3% |
| 9304 | 2022-05-15 03:57:05 | 97.84 | 97% |
| 8511 | 2022-02-17 02:34:46 | 84.58 | 97% |
| 7889 | 2021-07-12 18:48:14 | 86.71 | 97% |
| 5787 | 2020-09-04 15:40:37 | 94.25 | 98% |